“Alice, this is really not..”

“Bella, your closet is nearly empty.”

“This..” I held up a small pair of lacey red underwear, “Is not exactly something that will be hanging in a closet, Alice.”

She shot me an exasperated glance. “We are supplementing your drawers right now, we’ll get to the closet eventually.”

I groaned. “I’m not going to wear half of this stuff you know…”

A sly grin crossed her porcelain face, “Oh yes you will. And Edward will be quite fond of it.”

“ALICE!” I protested. “You know I hate it when you inappropriately peep on my future, especially my sex life!”

“Alice…” Esme scolded blandly, knowing that no amount of admonishing would stop her.

She giggled and bounced off towards the jeans.

“She means well.” Esme assured me.

“I know, I just wish she would mean well in a less annoying well.” I rolled my eyes. The action drew her attention to my irises.

“Bella, your eyes….. They’re turning… lighter.”

“Really?” I blinked.

Esme grabbed my hand and led me over to the sunglass rack. “Really.” She confirmed as she pointed to the mirror.

I surveyed my reflection and gasped in surprise. My eyes were now a light shade of red, an orange almost..

“What does that mean?”

“Well…” Esme frowned in thought, “It normally means that your attraction and lust for human blood is controllable and well-maintained…”

“Yes, I am much better at controlling myself.” I nodded in agreement.

“None of had excelled to that point until at least 8 months after the change, and it has only been two… for you.” She pointed out.

“Hmm, maybe its just the lighting.” I shrugged it off.

A gasp from Alice caught our attention and we rushed over to make sure that her outburst wasn’t in more than just reaction to the clothing she was so captivated by. She was clutching a pair of dark jeans to her chest with a look of pure disgust on her face.

“What’s wrong Alice?” I joked, “Do they not have your size?”

“Alice,” Esme spoke with much more of a concerned tone, “Did you have a vision.”

Alice looked up at Esme with her mouth still agape…. Signifying a clear yes.

“Alice, what!?” I urged.

She looked back and forth between Esme and I wildly. “I can’t believe…” She snarled.